Fantasy Of My Dreams
I am drousing
in my dream
the muses
are singing.
Uncle J.P;
in my sleep
that Agbor girl
still dances.
Over there,
the Sirens;
they are
humming,
and my ship,
I think
it is sinking.
.
Oh, Orpheus
where art
thy music?
Who else could
lure me from
the charm of
the Sirens
if not my
sweet Jami?
The girl that I see;
the fantasy
of my dreams.
.
Oh Tutuola
art thou sober?
together let us
visit the land
of the dead,
and capture death,
and put him
in his Hell,
I promise to be
your new tapstar,
I was also born
in a bush of ghosts.
May we reap from
what we had sown.
People really
don't kno life,
till they stare death
right in the eyes.
I want to live
the right life
so I can have my
place with Christ.
.
Biafra
thou art so starved,
who said battles
should be won
at the espense
of others sorrows,
but brothers;
we hope for a better
tomorrow.
My poems of love;
I dedicate to Africa;
And my love,
she's in America
.
I love you Jami,
when are you comming?
please bring my
heart for me.
The kisses
you gave me,
it's not to be
forgotten,
though it was
only a dream,
but to me it
felt to real.
Your sweet kids,
I think they love me
I wish I could be
their new daddy.
.
Dear Uncle Taban
you are also a Caliban
I wished you
where my father.
My father did it,
and yes, he
went to sleep.
My mother had
been a father,
a mother, all
put togerher.
.
Dante Alighieri
where art thy Beatrice?
Together lets find
another Jami
for Benjamin.
.
America
Thou art lucky
to have Obama.
Who said leaders
are always bad.
I wish he could
Come to Nigeria.
There are good people
in this land.
poem by Efe Benjamin
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